Chapter 4

I couldn't choke Julian.

I couldn't even touch a single strand of his hair.

I felt as powerless as trying to slap someone in 3D while being a 2D entity; my soul was almost scattering.

But Julian was doing fine, his complexion getting rosier by the day.

He was discharged from the hospital within a few days.

Worried that he would really find someone to fix the phone and see my secrets hidden in the memo app,

I didn't dare to leave, sticking to him like glue.

Trying to find a way to intervene with his decision.

He ate, I followed.

He slept, I followed.

He showered.

Showered...

Hearing the splashing shower sounds from the bathroom, I felt a little tempted.

To be honest, Julian, despite his terrible personality, had an absolutely gorgeous face when he wasn't talking.

I'd lived for over twenty years, never dated, never seen a man's abs.

Now that I was dead.

A quick peek, wouldn't be too much, would it?

Not too much at all.

So I decided to look.

But I still pretended to be polite, standing at the door and yelling inside,

"Julian, after fifteen years of being childhood friends, let me see your abs!"

"If you don't refuse, I'll take it as a yes, okay?"

Perfect.

He didn't refuse.

I grinned, my head passing through the door.

I expected to see a naked Julian.

But what I saw was Julian, fully clothed.

Water poured down over his head.

His wet clothes clung to him, outlining his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and slender physique.

And looking up... his eyes were bloodshot, his wet hair messy, staring straight at the doorway.

My soul nearly shriveled up, seriously!

What kind of sane person showers with clothes on?

And the way he was looking at the doorway, for a moment, it really seemed like he was looking at me.

From his eyes, I even read emotions of suppressed pain.

A trick of the mind, perhaps?

Never mind.

I won't look anymore.

It's no fun.

I grumbled silently.

I wanted to leave, but my gaze involuntarily fixed on his arm.

There, several scars crisscrossed.

One of them, like a centipede, snaked from his upper arm to his wrist.

Suddenly, my chest tightened.

Any romantic thoughts vanished instantly.